tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63392843709740165772024-03-05T01:50:56.000-08:00dang! that's alot of kidsJeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-32237847902454539742011-03-25T00:10:00.000-07:002011-03-25T00:12:23.103-07:00timeI need a bit more time.<br />I am not ready yet to share about Uganda and coming home. <br />I am still processing and grieving and rejoicing.<br /><br />Yep. I am pretty messed up.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-16492294177129404672011-03-25T00:09:00.000-07:002011-03-25T00:10:03.940-07:00We Pray For The Childrenby Ina J Hughs<br /><br /> <br /><br />We pray for children<br /><br />who sneak popsicles before supper,<br /><br />who erase holes in math workbooks,<br /><br />who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,<br /><br />who like ghost stories,<br /><br />who can never find their shoes.<br /><br /> <br /><br />And we pray for those<br /><br />who stare at photographers behind barbed wire,<br /><br />who can’t bound down the street in a pair of new sneakers,<br /><br />who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead,<br /><br />who never go to the circus<br /><br />who live in an X-rated world.<br /><br /> <br /><br />We pray for children<br /><br />who sleep with the dog and bury the goldfish<br /><br />who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,<br /><br />who get visits from the tooth fairy,<br /><br />who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.<br /><br /> <br /><br />And we pray for those<br /><br />who never get dessert,<br /><br />who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,<br /><br />who watch their parents watch them die,<br /><br />who can’t find any bread to steal,<br /><br />who don’t have any rooms to clean up,<br /><br />whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser,<br /><br />whose monsters are real.<br /><br /> <br /><br />We pray for children<br /><br />who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,<br /><br />who shove dirty clothes under the bed, and never rinse out the tub,<br /><br />who don’t like to be kissed in front of the carpool,<br /><br />who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone,<br /><br />whose tears we sometimes laugh at and<br /><br />whose smiles can make us cry.<br /><br /> <br /><br />And we pray for those<br /><br />whose nightmares come in the daytime,<br /><br />who will eat anything,<br /><br />who have never seen a dentist,<br /><br />who aren’t spoiled by anybody,<br /><br />who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,<br /><br />who live and move, but have no being.<br /><br /> <br /><br />We pray for children who want to be carried<br /><br />and for those who must,<br /><br />for those we never give up on and<br /><br />for those who don’t get a second chance.<br /><br />for those we smother...<br /><br />and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-23937560067944453342011-03-24T23:56:00.000-07:002011-03-25T00:08:11.671-07:00Do You Trust Me?Parenting kids who have experienced trauma is hard.<br /><br />They don't believe you. They have been hurt and disappointed. Abandoned and cast aside. We show up with all of our good intentions and many times disappoint them yet again. Their hearts are heavily guarded and rightly so. Fear of another loss can grip them so tightly they wont let in the good just to ensure they can keep out the bad. <br /><br />I have looked my beautiful daughter in the eyes and seen her fear. I have instructed her and watched her defy me simply because she thinks she knows better. <br /><br />It has made me furious. <br />I am an adult. I can see past the situation and know what is best. <br /><br />It has broken my heart. I want to take care of her but she wont let me.<br /><br />Looking at her, I have asked, do you trust me? I see that she wants too but is so scared. What if...The possibility of pain is what she knows.<br /><br />I see me in her. I see how God, my father, looks at me and asks the very same question. Do you trust ME?<br /><br />Can you close your eyes <br />to the circumstance<br />to the past<br />to the pain you have endured <br /><br />and trust ME?Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-90207470252391628332011-03-24T21:14:00.000-07:002011-03-25T00:09:22.676-07:00r.a.d.i cant pinpoint when it happened.<br /><br /><br />when my life became so different.<br /><br /><br />but it has changed so much.<br /><br /><br />cps<br /><br />rad<br /><br />ptsd<br /><br />odd<br /><br />adhd<br /><br />fas<br /><br />iep<br /><br />psr<br /><br /><br /><br />all of those little letters....make up the life i live. the life my children live.<br /><br />some days it is all consuming. other days i almost forget.<br /><br />most days i am sure that the only three letters that really matter are:<br /><br /><br />GOD<br /><br /><br />He has a plan and a purpose.<br /><br />He is Healer<br /><br />He is Comforter<br /><br />He has all I need<br /><br /><br />dont get me wrong. we do the appointments. we have a support team.<br /><br />we get kicked out of sunday school and not invited to parties....grandparents are scared.<br /><br />and<br /><br />so.are.we.<br /><br /><br />but we carry on. doing what we know to do. finding out what else we can do.<br /><br /><br />we love<br /><br />we fight<br /><br />we cry<br /><br />we restrain...<br /><br />we supervise<br /><br />we explain the letters to the kids who have them and the kids who live with them<br /><br />we will not be defined by this. we will not make excuses<br /><br />we are working on it<br /><br /><br />we learn compassion<br /><br />we learn to ask for help<br /><br />we learn to not judge others because we dont know what they have been through<br /><br /><br />we find out we are strong<br /><br />we find out we are weak<br /><br />we find out WE ARE NOT ALONE<br /><br /><br />stupid letters are nothing compared to the GOD we serve.<br /><br />and the kids we love.<br /><br />and those who share this crazy this journey with us.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-21562000068233972010-12-28T02:32:00.000-08:002010-12-28T02:54:09.650-08:00DreamingThe countdown has begun...<br />Only 3 weeks till I leave my beloved Uganda. I think I have moved past grief to acceptance. I am defiantly sitting in the wonder of it. I got to live in Africa with my family. A dream come true. So now the dream I can surrender. <br /><br />How amazing that God sees us and knows us. <br /><br />When I got married at nineteen, I still believed in dreaming. At the age of twenty four with four kids, I started to let go of my dreams. When I found myself turning 30 with seven children, I gave up dreaming because I was stuck in a nightmare. <br /><br />Some how.<br /><br />Slowly<br /> by <br />Slowly <br /><br />God has awakened my heart to dream. <br /><br />He is giving me the courage to see beyond myself. <br /><br />Past me I find HIM. The reason for dreaming. The one in whom I hope. The giver of all good things.<br /><br />My Savior.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-52667490214499248332010-12-05T11:00:00.000-08:002010-12-06T03:21:02.969-08:00December in UgandaI love living in a foreign land.<br />It is so challenging to me in so many ways. I am grateful for the challenges. I don't want to be the same. I love it when I have to think about why I do what I do, and is there a different way? To live, to love, to celebrate, to worship...<br /><br />Christmastime in Uganda is so very different than the States.<br /><br />1. It is HOT.<br /><br />We got here in the summer (July) and it is getting hotter each month. We are NOT having hot chocolate or sitting by a fire. We are sitting in front of a fan with cold water!<br /><br />2. Shopping.<br /><br />We do have a mall. We go there sometimes for a bite to eat or to the "big" grocery store that is there but NEVER would I buy clothes there. For clothes we go to Owino Market. Picture a garage sale/flea market/salvation army X a million. Cause that's how many people are there... There are no Carols playing or beautiful displays, just shouting and shoving and very bad smells.<br /><br />3. No Holiday programs or Festivities.<br /><br />I saw a couple of Christmas tree's in a grocery store but other than that there are no Christmas tree lots. No Lights or lawn decorations. No kids singing Happy Birthday Jesus...(lol Melissa) No nativity out on display. Our schedule is not crazy with parties or events.<br /><br />4. List for Santa.<br /><br />My kids have not asked for a million things for Christmas this year. I am sure it has something to do with the fact that all of their friends have tattered clothing and live without running water or power. But also, We have NO television. No commercials. No Target. No mall Santa. We are so removed from all of the pressure to buy. I am praying we find a Santa to take a picture with but only if he is black! I want an African Santa in Africa!<br /><br />5. Our family. <br /><br />We are far from our family. That makes it feel like its not Christmas. The internet is amazing, but it is not the same as gathering for a meal, or baking cookies, or caroling. We love you family. We miss you so very much! Thank you for sending gifts and showing us love while we are far away. We will see you soon!Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-8967130240764659852010-12-05T10:59:00.000-08:002010-12-05T11:00:42.251-08:00Merry ChristmasCan you hear the baby crying?<br />that’s the sound of God denying himself<br />Taking on the form of man in flesh<br />Can you see the virgin weeping?<br />That’s the pain required for keeping God’s great promise<br />to deliver us from death<br />Merry Christmas to all mankind<br />The King is coming just in time<br />Into the dark, His light will shine so bright and beautiful<br />Merry Christmas to all<br />Can you hear the angels singing?<br />Oh that’s the sound of freedom reigning and ringing<br />Like a bell declaring peace, the war has ended<br />Can you see the shepherds coming?<br />Like a prophecy, a symbol of His prodigal, returning<br />to the father who, so humbly, condescended<br />Merry Christmas to all mankind<br />The King is coming just in time<br />Into the dark, His light will shine so bright and beautiful<br />Merry Christmas to all<br />Can we hear the nations crying?<br />Or have we closed our ears? Somehow justifying<br />how we celebrate the humble birth of Jesus<br />Do we see the poor and hungry?<br />Will we meet their needs? Or close our eyes and spend our money<br />on things we know will never satisfy us<br /><br />Merry Christmas to all mankind<br />The King is coming just in time<br />Into the dark, His light will shine so bright and beautiful<br />Merry Christmas to all<br /><br /><br /><br />words and music by ross king ©2010 ross kingJeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-40558599446248156352010-11-17T13:15:00.000-08:002010-11-17T13:17:13.331-08:00it's so hard to say good byeHey everyone,<br /><br /> We trust you all are doing well. Thank you so much for all the prayers and kind words and financial donations that have supported the ministry we have been doing in Uganda. Our lives will never be the same because of what we experience on a daily basis here.<br /><br /> For the next two months, we plan on continuing what we have been involved in... feeding the poor, helping the children, and supporting other believers in Kampala. We have really been searching the Lord’s will for our lives, through prayer and fasting and asking some people much wiser than ourselves for some advice.<br /><br /> What we have come up with is the following: We are flying home in January to relocate to Las Vegas. We are actively looking for areas of town to minister to. Jeremy is going to work tax season to get us back on our feet, and then begin a faith community in the neighborhood we will live in. Beth will be planning a mission trip back to Uganda that will occur in August. We will continue our ministry we have begun in Kampala. We are in the process of putting into place an organization that will continue to feed the street kids we have been interacting with and continue helping them get an education. Our website now has a section for child sponsorship so a family can pseudo adopt a child who needs help.<br /><br /> We have really struggled with this decision, but feel it is what is best for our family. We do not view our stay here as a waste of time, effort, or money. We have lived through things and learned things that we never would have were it not for us heeding Jesus’ call to come. Uganda will always be with us, and we will have an ongoing relationship with the people here. We covet your prayers through this transition. We so appreciate your friendship and support. We love you all.<br /><br /><br />The Howard’sJeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-7485417492959365892010-11-15T03:00:00.000-08:002010-11-15T03:10:30.645-08:00Psalm 139It is probably not very good bloggmanship to just post what other people write but I am so humbled by the love of God. It seems God is continually renewing my mind and removing my character defects. Even the ones I have thought were long gone. I still struggle with self hatred. Harsh right? Well we could call it something more pc...self esteem, low self worth, image issues. It comes down to not feeling worthy of Gods love. Trying hard to be better than I really am. Isn't it crazy that God already knows everything about me! I cannot hide the bad stuff from Him. Yet again with this Psalm He reminds me so gently that it is not about me but all about Him. His perfect love. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Psalm 139<br /><br /> 1 O Lord, you have examined my heart<br /> and know everything about me.<br /> 2 You know when I sit down or stand up.<br /> You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.<br /> 3 You see me when I travel<br /> and when I rest at home.<br /> You know everything I do.<br /> 4 You know what I am going to say<br /> even before I say it, Lord.<br /> 5 You go before me and follow me.<br /> You place your hand of blessing on my head.<br /> 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,<br /> too great for me to understand!<br /><br /> 7 I can never escape from your Spirit!<br /> I can never get away from your presence!<br /> 8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;<br /> if I go down to the grave,[a] you are there.<br /> 9 If I ride the wings of the morning,<br /> if I dwell by the farthest oceans,<br /> 10 even there your hand will guide me,<br /> and your strength will support me.<br /> 11 I could ask the darkness to hide me<br /> and the light around me to become night—<br /> 12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.<br /> To you the night shines as bright as day.<br /> Darkness and light are the same to you.<br /><br /> 13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body<br /> and knit me together in my mother’s womb.<br /> 14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!<br /> Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.<br /> 15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,<br /> as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.<br /> 16 You saw me before I was born.<br /> Every day of my life was recorded in your book.<br /> Every moment was laid out<br /> before a single day had passed.<br /><br /> 17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.<br /> They cannot be numbered!<br /> 18 I can’t even count them;<br /> they outnumber the grains of sand!<br /> And when I wake up,<br /> you are still with me!<br /><br /> 19 O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!<br /> Get out of my life, you murderers!<br /> 20 They blaspheme you;<br /> your enemies misuse your name.<br /> 21 O Lord, shouldn’t I hate those who hate you?<br /> Shouldn’t I despise those who oppose you?<br /> 22 Yes, I hate them with total hatred,<br /> for your enemies are my enemies.<br /><br /> 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;<br /> test me and know my anxious thoughts.<br /> 24 Point out anything in me that offends you,<br /> and lead me along the path of everlasting life.</span>Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-27674041948043557712010-11-12T14:49:00.000-08:002010-11-12T15:10:07.756-08:00i miss sleepI can't sleep...not at night anyway. <br />I just lay here. <br />Sometimes I surf the internet or read blogs. <br /><br />I pray ALOT when I can't sleep. <br /><br />When I lived in Vegas and couldn't sleep I would redecorate my house in my mind. <br /><br />Since I have been here, I worry. I just lay awake and worry. I worry about my homeboyz, I wonder if they are staying dry while I listen to the rain fall outside my window. Most of them live in shacks with no real roof. I worry about my kids and the issues they face because of fetal alcohol syndrome. I worry about our oldest son, because he is 16, and driving. I worry about the future because I have no idea what will happen. Even though it is a sin...I worry. So tonight I am choosing to meditate on this:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Matthew 6:34 (New International Version)<br /><br />34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. </span><br /><br />and this<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Philippians 4:6<br /><br /> 6-7Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life. </span><br /><br />and this one<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1 John 4:18 (New International Version)<br /><br />18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. </span><br /><br />So God,<br />I guess if you don't need me to help you. I will go to bed now. <br />Thanks for taking care of everything. Please do a miracle and keep the kids dry through this storm. I pray that the Holy Spirit would comfort me and them and give us all peace. Thanks for healing my babies a little more each day and for keeping Matty safe. I sure do love you. <br />BJeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-68500363259849756192010-11-08T09:44:00.000-08:002010-11-08T10:31:22.020-08:00Communion<span style="font-weight:bold;">The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread,and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes. <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />I sat there on the wooden bench, tears streaming down my face. I could barely take the bread from the passing tray. My vision was blurred and my heart was aching. I didn't expect the emotion to swell up and spill down my face. It took me by surprise. <br /><br />My sin cost Jesus His life. But because of His blood I am able to approach GOD without guilt or shame. It's too much. <br /><br />Jesus knew. He knew what He was facing, and He chose to follow through.<br /><br />Recently, I have lost sight of my purpose. I have been feeling lost. The last couple of days I have been having a hard time seeing anything clearly. <br /><br />Taking Communion with my African brothers and sisters in a small hillside church has helped me to remember. It doesn't matter which continent I live on. Or which ministry I am serving in. What matters is Jesus. His sacrifice. His love. <br /><br />My life is but a vapor. <br /><br />I want to use my limited time loving God. <br />I want my life to be a response to His great love for me. <br /><br />I love this song. You have probably never heard it...unless you are old like me.<br /><br />One day a plain village woman<br />Driven by love for her Lord<br />Recklessly poured out a valuable essence<br />Disregarding the scorn<br />And once it was broken and spilled out<br />A fragrance filled all the room<br />Like a prisoner released from his shackles<br />Like a spirit set free from the tomb<br /><br />Broken and spilled out<br />Just for love of you Jesus<br />My most precious treasure<br />Lavished on Thee<br />Broken and spilled out<br />And poured at Your feet<br />In sweet abandon<br />Let me be spilled out<br />And used up for Thee<br /><br />Lord You were God's precious treasure<br />His loved and His own perfect Son<br />Sent here to show me<br />The love of the Father<br />Just for love it was done<br />And though You were perfect and holy<br />You gave up Yourself willingly<br />You spared no expense for my pardon<br />You were used up and wasted for me<br /> <br />Broken and spilled out<br />Just for love of me Jesus<br />God's most precious treasure<br />Lavished on me<br />You were broken and spilled out<br />And poured at my feet<br />In sweet abandon Lord<br />You were spilled out and used up for Me<br />(Steve Green)Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-60472602380885552352010-11-06T05:02:00.000-07:002010-11-06T05:31:26.210-07:00The thief at my table<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fzeKo1yEE7-sUtua1-c4JAjQC0jm7L_DOeMSoPRF2hb1GS3Hnl4KyZOY5XRhMLYpnC-66RDfWlgO8bhK4YC37EqKKI_HcaTn9OP4fxDKCyl8Vl5zNnI0VQCHOyo8ZCNvkRv_xPlD37ry/s1600/DSC02628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fzeKo1yEE7-sUtua1-c4JAjQC0jm7L_DOeMSoPRF2hb1GS3Hnl4KyZOY5XRhMLYpnC-66RDfWlgO8bhK4YC37EqKKI_HcaTn9OP4fxDKCyl8Vl5zNnI0VQCHOyo8ZCNvkRv_xPlD37ry/s320/DSC02628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536406571341844498" /></a><br />This is Opika.<br /><br /><br />Opika is a thief. At least thats what all the other homeboyz tell me. <br />Watching him color at my kitchen table you would never guess that. Today he is just a kid. Making a picture. Probably as a gift for someone he loves. When he is done he will show it to me proudly with a big grin. He will say,"Mom, look at my peekcha." Just like my own kids have so many times. <br />What you can't see in the picture is Opika's story. His father has many "wives". It's allowed here, he is a Muslim. The one Opika lives with here in our neighborhood is his step mother. She is a drunk. A fall down, belligerent drunk. I like her but still, she is a raging alcoholic in a world with no AA. Opi's dad has a good job. Two in fact. But there is never any food or school fees or new clothes. He spends it on women. A raging sex addict in a world with no SA. SO Opika lives a life of survival. <br />I guess that is why I am rooting for him. <br />He started school last month. It was so amazing to watch him grinning from ear to ear in his new uniform. Jeremy cut his crazy hair so you can't even see the fungal infection that causes him to have a bald spot. He was doing so good getting himself up and out to school. He has no one to wake him up or make sure he eats a healthy breakfast. Yet, he was still an enthusiastic learner. Until this week. He got sick. His sister, who has her own tragic story, woke him once but his dad yelled at her to let him sleep. He has missed a few days and he is already behind. I am worried. I want him to succeed. I see his potential, yet I realize the odds against him. My prayers sound more like pleading for this child. I am desperate. He needs more than I have to give. I am so grateful he has a Savior. Even if Opi doesn't know Him yet. God knows his name. God knows every hair on his balding little head. <br /><br />I am sure your neighborhood has an Opika. A kid who never looks clean. A kid with bad manners and no parental supervision. You don't have to move to Africa to help kids like Opi. Look outside when you call your kids in from playing. See who is last to go home. Don't keep your kids from playing with the kids whose parents are drunks. Invite them in. Love them. Tell them with your actions about the love of Jesus. <br /><br /><br />Matthew 25:35-40<br /><br /> For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’<br /><br /> “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’<br /><br /> “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-69800502366459664362010-11-05T12:28:00.000-07:002010-11-05T12:33:39.597-07:00stifledI feel stifled.<br />Down right repressed.<br /><br />My hands feel like they are tied and I am useless. <br /><br />My vison, my plans, my burden is right in front of me. Yet I can do nothing.<br /><br />So I sit paralyzed. <br /><br />Doing nothing. <br /><br />I am not sure if it is complacency.<br /><br />Fear.<br /><br />Depression. <br /><br />But here I sit. <br /><br />And it SUCKS.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-23300165002395155622010-11-04T11:09:00.000-07:002010-11-04T11:25:27.200-07:00AwkwardOk, this is for my blog-obsessed friends. Only you will truly understand the shock and horror.<br /><br /><br />Since I have been in Uganda, I rarely read blogs. Before I came here, I stayed up all night going through blog after blog.<br /><br />Usually it was stuff that had to do with Uganda or adoption but I could really get lost in any of it. I guess it is the voyeur in me. I am kind of a freak. I don't read fiction, I never had a great imagination, I prefer biography's and documentaries. So this whole blog world is like my crack!<br /><br />It started as soon as I got here. One day, I was out for ice cream with one of my kids and there was a guy with like seven white kids doing the same. It is hard to not stare at white people here, they are few. So as I am checking out this large crew I recognized a random child from one of the blogs I read. He is like 6. I knew his name. And his favorite food. CREEPY! Seriously. I felt like a stalker. But wait it gets worse.<br /><br />One of my friends is well networked into this whole adoption group from facebook and we have had a great time meeting families over here adopting. One such sweet friend had been here for quite a while so we have met up a couple of times. As we were talking I quickly realized she is the best friend of a blogHer I read religiously. Oh my word! I am going to jail!I know all of the stories she is telling me about her best friend from home. For real! This just seems so wrong.<br /><br />But wait it gets much worse!<br /><br />Last weekend we were traveling and wanted to "run into" a bloggy friend we have never met in real life. We all think, we would totally be best friends with this person if we could only meet. Our driver takes us to her gate, which was open, so my friends go to say hi. By this time, I am looking over my shoulder for police. I know I have crossed a line from being an interested friend to a class 3 felony stalker. For the privacy of all I wont tell the end of the story. Just know it is BAD.<br /><br />All this has got me thinking about privacy and honesty and stalking laws....<br /><br />I don't meet many people who follow my blog. And when I do I admit, I get<br />a little embarrassed. I use my blog to let people know what is going on with us.<br />Sometimes my post are very honest and I feel vulnerable putting myself out there to the world wide web.Other times I feel like a fraud. When I look at our cute little website with our cool family photo up on top. Then I look down from my keyboard and see myself still in P.J.s, at 1 in the afternoon, my kids running around like crazy children because they need some structure I'd rather not give. The trouble with blogs are you get to share only the parts you want to share. You can delete and edit the parts that don't sound right or might make you look bad. I have tried to be real on my blog. But I do not share everything. There is no way I am going to post an accurate account of who I really am. If I did that my blog would be really boring...Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-63253481599621610752010-11-04T03:45:00.000-07:002010-11-04T03:48:57.886-07:00I'm Back on BloggerJeremy has a girlfriend...<br />It is his MAC BOOK. <br />He is so in LOVE with her he is delusional. <br />She is temperamental. <br />She has refused to work most of the time we have been here in Africa. <br />So even though I am very proud of my man and his website, <br /><br />I am coming back to the blogger world!Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-47921120918047446762010-08-09T01:38:00.000-07:002010-08-09T01:40:02.750-07:00movedWe made it....<br /><br />We have been in Africa for 3 weeks now. <br /><br />Come check out or website for the blogs and photos.<br /><br /><br />www.lovegodandloveothers.comJeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-13566586763496913582010-07-17T10:13:00.000-07:002010-07-17T10:26:59.096-07:00D.C. by LaneyIt was so hard to say goodbye to all the people I love. I was an emotional wreck last night. But D.C is great! It is so cool. It was cloudy and humid. I am likeing it a lot. The greenery is really pretty.<br /> There is some people I didn't get to say bye to that i really wish i could have. I wish I could bring them with me. But I guess goodbye is a part of life that most of us wish we didn't have to do. <br /> I an really happy that god has an unbeatable plan. If I had the plan for my life it would stink! I can barley manage my Facebook! I totally trust god and I know that he has a perfect plan which is always really good to know. I think that I worry about everything too much... and here I am writing about trusting god. I think that is one of the things I need to work on. I pray for that to happen daily.<br /> I know it sounds kinda weird but I use to think asking God for stuff was selfish when there are sooo many orphans in the world who have nothing but recently God has showed me it is ok to want stuff. And lately God has givin me soo much but I remember this verse that said ask and you shall receive and it goes on ...<br /><br />Luke 11:9 “And so I tell you, keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. 10 For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. <br /><br />I am glad I have a God who knows my wants and need. <br /><br /><br /><br />-LaneyJeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-11050915256685085842010-07-11T15:01:00.000-07:002010-07-11T15:20:55.441-07:00Hey God.I am having a really hard day. Can You help me? It is so easy for me to depend on You for all of the big stuff. But I am so worried about the little stuff. The suitcases being to heavy, the children freaking out on the plane, getting to the capitol building at 8 am, having the right documents copied and stored, tying the loose ends at home....can You help me with all of that stuff too? I am so weary and our journey has not yet begun. I can feel the wave of emotion coming but I am scared to let it flow. Will You hold me close and be my daddy? I am really sad and lonely. Even though there are so many people around. Did You feel like that when You were here? It's been so busy lately and I miss just sitting in your presence. I need you.<br />Thank you for my Jeremy. You really out did Yourself there. Can You help him too? He is doing a great job caring for us but I'm a little worried about him too. Give him what he needs. Speak to Him through Your word as he leads our family. And please be with the children. My heart hurts for them. Each one of them is dealing with their emotions differently and sometimes I don't know what to do or how to help them. Please be their comfort and strength. Give them the grace they need to get through this transition. Protect them God, physically and mentally and spiritually. Help them to keep their innocence Lord. This seems like too much for them but I trust You and Your will for our family. <br />Thank You for Your provision. Thank You for Your peace. <br />I do so love You. <br />Amen.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-61322843702462332652010-07-08T02:19:00.000-07:002010-07-08T03:02:39.400-07:00Jeremy Howard and the terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XtpNYj8Z5G9CzH1VXzlSsW7mtI688Qq6NjemCpQQil9HvapcRtTSRTAnRupqErgzalD-RcJo4HtiQJttWsDHOXchA_T9y-UZBngauUfLlSIKF1jSLeGC-9OlVF6jqy8g2vwPMSjg-Lfy/s1600/bef+jer.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XtpNYj8Z5G9CzH1VXzlSsW7mtI688Qq6NjemCpQQil9HvapcRtTSRTAnRupqErgzalD-RcJo4HtiQJttWsDHOXchA_T9y-UZBngauUfLlSIKF1jSLeGC-9OlVF6jqy8g2vwPMSjg-Lfy/s320/bef+jer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491473445914039250" /></a><br /><br />My poor husband.<br /><br />Wow, his day sucked today! His life in general is quite hard, though I may never tell him that. It started with a sleeping in wife and three loud children, and quickly progressed into a complete redo of yucky paperwork for the secretary of state, a couple hundred dollars in fees (that shouldn't have been because he did the paperwork before), and sprinkled in was a trip to the locksmith, 3 calls to tmobile for phone problems, a cranky wife, and seven kids.<br /><br />LUCKILY<br /><br />The day ended great. We had a combined birthday party for our July babies. It was so much fun! We are really blessed beyond measure with friends and family who love and support us. Our kids were spoiled rotten and our non birthday children celebrated without much envy or tantrums. (in our house this is no small miracle!)<br /><br />I keep trying to enjoy every second of everyday that I am here. It is not so easy. Life is hard. It always makes me think of Jesus. It cracks me up that people thought He was a drunk and a glutton.(Luke 7:31-34) I love that about Him. But Jesus did not have a life of luxury or laziness. His life was hard. Right up until His even harder death. I have a hard time "taking up my cross daily and following Him" but I want to be a disciple. I really want my life to reflect my commitment to and love for Jesus. <br /><br />I am never sure who reads my blog. I don't know if you are familiar with Jesus or the story of His life but I am changed by it. Hopefully more and more and more and more until people don't really see me, but see Jesus in me. If you read this and consider yourself a Christian, or someone who follows the teachings of Jesus, will you read this passage today? And will you ask God what it is He wants from you? <br /><br />Luke 9 (New International Version)<br /><br />Jesus Sends Out the Twelve<br /> 1When Jesus had called the Twelve together, he gave them power and authority to drive out all demons and to cure diseases, 2and he sent them out to preach the kingdom of God and to heal the sick. 3He told them: "Take nothing for the journey—no staff, no bag, no bread, no money, no extra tunic. 4Whatever house you enter, stay there until you leave that town. 5If people do not welcome you, shake the dust off your feet when you leave their town, as a testimony against them." 6So they set out and went from village to village, preaching the gospel and healing people everywhere.<br /><br /> 7Now Herod the tetrarch heard about all that was going on. And he was perplexed, because some were saying that John had been raised from the dead, 8others that Elijah had appeared, and still others that one of the prophets of long ago had come back to life. 9But Herod said, "I beheaded John. Who, then, is this I hear such things about?" And he tried to see him.<br /><br />Jesus Feeds the Five Thousand<br /> 10When the apostles returned, they reported to Jesus what they had done. Then he took them with him and they withdrew by themselves to a town called Bethsaida, 11but the crowds learned about it and followed him. He welcomed them and spoke to them about the kingdom of God, and healed those who needed healing.<br /><br /> 12Late in the afternoon the Twelve came to him and said, "Send the crowd away so they can go to the surrounding villages and countryside and find food and lodging, because we are in a remote place here."<br /><br /> 13He replied, "You give them something to eat."<br /><br /> They answered, "We have only five loaves of bread and two fish—unless we go and buy food for all this crowd." 14(About five thousand men were there.)<br /><br /> But he said to his disciples, "Have them sit down in groups of about fifty each." 15The disciples did so, and everybody sat down. 16Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke them. Then he gave them to the disciples to set before the people. 17They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.<br />Peter's Confession of Christ<br /> 18Once when Jesus was praying in private and his disciples were with him, he asked them, "Who do the crowds say I am?"<br /><br /> 19They replied, "Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, that one of the prophets of long ago has come back to life."<br /><br /> 20"But what about you?" he asked. "Who do you say I am?"<br /> Peter answered, "The Christ[a] of God."<br /><br /> 21Jesus strictly warned them not to tell this to anyone. 22And he said, "The Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders, chief priests and teachers of the law, and he must be killed and on the third day be raised to life."<br /><br /> 23Then he said to them all: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. 24For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. 25What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self? 26If anyone is ashamed of me and my words, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when he comes in his glory and in the glory of the Father and of the holy angels. 27I tell you the truth, some who are standing here will not taste death before they see the kingdom of God."Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-14488267354073673232010-07-07T00:42:00.001-07:002010-07-07T01:03:50.200-07:00the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_D7IFex62PXUhtT3xAWA6cBjI4spiQRVZ5KDZsiQ_ORt73GMhqrciEy8f3EaXCmdoHz4uEwTgye07cTtLlQJ0tn3wZ12_3R5XQ6H9bnDsrb7fuGuUKIdCWUUYGIWg6Y5CjgtHnuTldnz/s1600/f+bomb.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_D7IFex62PXUhtT3xAWA6cBjI4spiQRVZ5KDZsiQ_ORt73GMhqrciEy8f3EaXCmdoHz4uEwTgye07cTtLlQJ0tn3wZ12_3R5XQ6H9bnDsrb7fuGuUKIdCWUUYGIWg6Y5CjgtHnuTldnz/s320/f+bomb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491071922972015234" /></a><br />I have promised to be 100% honest on this blog. I think for the most part I am. I mean there are somethings that are private and nobody's business... but I just read my last couple of blog posts and realized they may not be an accurate representation of Beth Howard. <br /><br />I get angry often. <br />My kids make me CRAZY!<br />Today I dropped the "f" bomb more than once. (so not proud of that)<br />I took a zanax when I had to say goodbye to my mom.<br />I watch Housewives of Orange County to feel better about myself.<br /><br />I do not know who reads this blog...there seem to be some serious lurkers. But these are some things you might not know about me. And might wish you never knew.<br /><br />Our friend preached a message and used us as an example of someone following God despite the cost. He made us sound a lot better than I feel we may be. I mean, we are much better than we were but still.<br /><br />This crap is really hard. <br /><br />H<br />A<br />R<br />D<br /><br />Some days, I can barely speak, I am so overwhelmed. The moving, the goodbyes, the kindness... it jacks me BIG TIME! I am so scared some days I can't stand it. It really messes with your head. Living life with no plan, no job, no insurance, no retirement, no real savings. I mean, Who does that????<br /><br />And then in one day God gives us 1600 dollars. seriously?!?!?!<br />Does He know I just dropped the "F" bomb???Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-91325151598638607692010-07-04T01:40:00.000-07:002010-07-04T02:09:49.446-07:00Things are moving right along.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-PZKbRHBV3EtkUEBBEDVkd_rIEEk0NHpdhHbeXgrSGKSM9T5vhzVwP4Fi_8VwFs5icfn2uUHljYi6IeiiCEJDwLrxCd6sMCAPiv3bj7n4Ra9KyY-qXObZoQu_qJHqcA4BRilO_terKCUX/s1600/van.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-PZKbRHBV3EtkUEBBEDVkd_rIEEk0NHpdhHbeXgrSGKSM9T5vhzVwP4Fi_8VwFs5icfn2uUHljYi6IeiiCEJDwLrxCd6sMCAPiv3bj7n4Ra9KyY-qXObZoQu_qJHqcA4BRilO_terKCUX/s400/van.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489975614503691234" /></a><br /><br />As I type this everything we own is in the back of a pickup truck parked in our "old" driveway or in the millenium falcon.(our very large 12 passenger van) After garage sales and giveaways, we have finally made it! We are out of our house and on our way. A huge step closer to Africa and a huge step away from our old life. <br /><br />It has been great to have Jeremy home. We for sure butt heads as we try to figure out our roles as full time co parents. I have noticed a huge difference in our kids attitude and behavior. We all love Jeremy so much. He really is the best. <br /><br />I am writing tonight from the Barbie Dream House. God has blessed us yet again beyond our wildest dreams. My sweet friend and her awesome husband gave us refuge in their beautiful pool house. Seriously, the kids are in heaven. We came today to get the keys and drop off some bags and then we all just sat in the living room and thanked God for His provision. I LOVE WALKING IN FAITH! Today, anyway. <br /><br />I am so grateful that we serve a God who loves us. A God who knows us. A God who wants to take care of us. A God who is close to us. I didn't really believe all of that before. I didn't think I was worth it. I didn't think I needed it. I was scared to trust God with some things. But the Lord has won me over with his faithfulness. I will forever sing the Praises of my God. I realize this may sound churchy to some of you who read this. I hate churchy. But I feel like one of those lovesick teenagers at the Twilight movies. <br /><br />Totally and irrevocably in love with my Savior.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-64596034367974919392010-06-29T23:51:00.000-07:002010-06-30T00:38:21.752-07:00oh dear...We are in the final crunch time. Our sweet friends will be moving into our house this weekend. I should take a picture to show you how HORRIBLE it looks in here but I am just too tired to get up and do it. <br /><br />The last ten days have been full of things I thought would never happen.<br />1. My older children went on a trip with their Grandparents for 7 whole days!<br />2. We sent off for our visas.<br />3. We said goodbye to our students and church family and to our dear friends who will be church planting in Vermont. (lots of tears. very sad.)<br />4. We took our babies to a Geneticist and found out they have Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. <br /><br />I never thought my life would be like this. I have grieved this week for my children. The healthy ones, and the "special" ones. I have cried because I am not sure if I can be a good mother to my kids with their many different needs. Jeremy and I chose this life with open eyes. My babies did nothing wrong and yet they will be the ones living with the consequences of their mothers choices. I'm not mad at her... I have wept for her in all of this because she is so broken and sad too. My older kids will also be affected by this diagnosis. It is really scary not knowing what to expect. <br /><br />I have cried for the loss of normalcy as we count down the days to Africa. While I was packing I came across a picture of my hair when it was cute and it made me cry. Ridiculous, I know, but here I sit ready to cry over it again. I hate change and I just want to stay comfortable!<br /><br />But I can't.<br />I won't.<br /><br />God has called us on. We will be obedient. For no other reason than this. God has restored our life to us. Jeremy and I have made it through addiction, being a blended family, unemployment, success, and failure...all because of the grace of God. We gladly give Him our lives because He is the one who has helped us to really live. <br /><br />He will take care of our children. <br />He will comfort us through these changes. <br />He will be enough for us.<br />He will meet our every need. <br />He will be Matty's father while we are gone.<br /><br /><br />Psalm 23<br />A psalm of David.<br /> 1 The Lord is my shepherd;<br /> I have all that I need.<br /> 2 He lets me rest in green meadows;<br /> he leads me beside peaceful streams.<br /> 3 He renews my strength.<br /> He guides me along right paths,<br /> bringing honor to his name.<br /> 4 Even when I walk<br /> through the darkest valley,[a]<br /> I will not be afraid,<br /> for you are close beside me.<br /> Your rod and your staff<br /> protect and comfort me.<br /> 5 You prepare a feast for me<br /> in the presence of my enemies.<br /> You honor me by anointing my head with oil.<br /> My cup overflows with blessings.<br /> 6 Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me<br /> all the days of my life,<br /> and I will live in the house of the Lord<br /> forever.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-44091039249744739932010-06-19T23:57:00.000-07:002010-06-20T00:28:02.848-07:00Happy Father's Day to my Baby Daddy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4amZDepNlG5eRPOHXuuZgogvrgDle3XGDq2pTveQxcOthwmPG008dCl9AS5M2YPK5TNM85E0j5N9rS5PH3LCqF1yE6eRuSHU8ecKsrHg02z7fcLBanZ4Di4Tz0M9GZsBED8nhuNXNI6f/s1600/trombone.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4amZDepNlG5eRPOHXuuZgogvrgDle3XGDq2pTveQxcOthwmPG008dCl9AS5M2YPK5TNM85E0j5N9rS5PH3LCqF1yE6eRuSHU8ecKsrHg02z7fcLBanZ4Di4Tz0M9GZsBED8nhuNXNI6f/s200/trombone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484748826225948818" /></a><br /><br /><br />Happy Fathers Day to my wonderful husband!<br /><br />I am so blessed to have you as the father of my children. When we started our family so long ago we were just kids ourselves. There were many fights and lots of sleepless nights, but I never met a dad more devoted. You always worried about the babies getting enough physical touch. You made sure to rub their feet and massage their little bodies. You talked to them and held them close. It was amazing to see you as their dad when I had known you as such an obnoxious teenager. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOeQzbC2gQX19r9d9zRiwcJImJ8GhNdvJQMFRzotUVA89TLGZUcFwBRoYYRlne7Z3G4sTW_39e6uVdCx2A2Gaj1c148-jzD_Zc_R3nYYQogPiQb99NjERINyw_75sVwD79-GCOmBTEA9u/s1600/hulk.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOeQzbC2gQX19r9d9zRiwcJImJ8GhNdvJQMFRzotUVA89TLGZUcFwBRoYYRlne7Z3G4sTW_39e6uVdCx2A2Gaj1c148-jzD_Zc_R3nYYQogPiQb99NjERINyw_75sVwD79-GCOmBTEA9u/s200/hulk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484748815507869826" /></a><br /><br /><br />When we decided to do foster care and to adopt I was again amazed as so many other husbands would not rise up to such a challenge. But after only one meeting you were committed. Through all of the hard times, and times were pretty hard, you loved our kids and never held back your love from them. You were a constant in their very inconsistent lives. I will never forget sitting in the courtroom as the judge terminated rights to 4 punitive fathers for one of our children and I cried so hard. I was so grateful that this child would have a father, a loving father who would fight for them and never leave them. You have changed the course of their life because you are willing to do what their own biological fathers wouldn't or couldn't. Thanks for loving our kids.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUg1-u_rjcmHEs9caCloh0EVW-y8R7U0Ls4bYf8TAVcm1P8FwHi2F_3rzaEalL9w4Mcn3nvQEEzQhE735A9UeZx0x7MUjlYXVSp6PUzMsRFIX1ZbnAJMPVaiMQYKGRLi6EbCJ-agTk_UG/s1600/jer.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUg1-u_rjcmHEs9caCloh0EVW-y8R7U0Ls4bYf8TAVcm1P8FwHi2F_3rzaEalL9w4Mcn3nvQEEzQhE735A9UeZx0x7MUjlYXVSp6PUzMsRFIX1ZbnAJMPVaiMQYKGRLi6EbCJ-agTk_UG/s200/jer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484748809508913058" /></a><br /><br />P.J., Pastor Jeremy, Dude. There are many kids who have no other positive male role model. I am constantly amazed at you as pastor. The way you love your students is incredible. Dropping off Popsicles for sad kids, rejoicing in the victories of others, you have made your place forever in their hearts. As we move on from this position I know God will bring a new pastor for your students but they will always be a part of our extended family. You have done a great job teaching them about their Heavenly Father and that will stick with them long after we are gone.<br /><br /><br /><br />I LOVE that you are crazy and funny and thoughtful and compassionate. Thanks for being such a great dad to so many kids. Thanks for never quitting. Thanks for sticking around to be my baby daddy. I love you.Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-85648990867699321312010-06-15T21:14:00.000-07:002010-06-15T22:18:27.360-07:00CHANGE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NrAUELkOA2VikrxhxhQbT81UKXJYub2rshX8lVvDYGvd-3PuLiwCsYRDEQu-u52un1k1akqZDcg4G1lqWpjO1YVi641mo2jqDrqrEmEeG7k9L3iFbKO3HRtPpGks_SWITgGMO6mizJIW/s1600/kitchen.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NrAUELkOA2VikrxhxhQbT81UKXJYub2rshX8lVvDYGvd-3PuLiwCsYRDEQu-u52un1k1akqZDcg4G1lqWpjO1YVi641mo2jqDrqrEmEeG7k9L3iFbKO3HRtPpGks_SWITgGMO6mizJIW/s200/kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483234335601106274" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tppEGwZU9hDIzd4jsaorSwPx8kkLJqOpVgiJjM4UsOObaETZF4Kuvx0wm9DDaigqasK0zlJSNU-6gMv8tvDe3c7zjipwti6yEZu-CGfwTSGwiLCSm_Q69fV_KRTRUEniweaOSyaQaAmR/s1600/samnjem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tppEGwZU9hDIzd4jsaorSwPx8kkLJqOpVgiJjM4UsOObaETZF4Kuvx0wm9DDaigqasK0zlJSNU-6gMv8tvDe3c7zjipwti6yEZu-CGfwTSGwiLCSm_Q69fV_KRTRUEniweaOSyaQaAmR/s200/samnjem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483233778246258482" /></a><br />(sung to the tune of Changes by Black Sabbath) <br />JUST KIDDING!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4vjW4YKWXkbU7dYW4PxOTSVMh-0wBhIAveBNpulBrMr6RlmjxfUI8a-JzpzA2uWxhMup5cKG_D1apjQjK4tAV5lwgNqAWUlqc_oGmc_L3WIXEdjD5Y1Qo8HqP-mR_MzR57B0vo5fYSGH/s1600/home.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4vjW4YKWXkbU7dYW4PxOTSVMh-0wBhIAveBNpulBrMr6RlmjxfUI8a-JzpzA2uWxhMup5cKG_D1apjQjK4tAV5lwgNqAWUlqc_oGmc_L3WIXEdjD5Y1Qo8HqP-mR_MzR57B0vo5fYSGH/s200/home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483233920830440834" /></a><br /><br /><br />I don't really like change. <br /><br />I am totally a creature of habit. <br /> <br /><br />I have been drinking iced venti Americano's since before my children where born. My kids can all order my drink perfectly and many times they do! When there are too many little ones to take out of the car for my fix I send in a big kid. <br /><br />I use the same brand of makeup from the grocery store that I have used for 8 years. <br /><br />I have had the same favorite color since the 2nd grade.(Blue)<br /><br />I am just that way. I like that some things never change. I love having a history with the people at my church. I love running into people at the store even when I have on my ugly clothes and no makeup. I love that my kids go to my old elementary school. I especially love not having to explain myself when I have a freak out because my friends know I will be back from crazy town soon. <br /><br />I am going to miss my life terribly.<br /><br /><br />I am so busy lately and I hate it because I don't want to miss one opportunity to drink coffee with a friend, or have a lingering phone conversation. I hated missing church when we were out of town last weekend because I wasn't there to sing with the praise band. I am so frustrated that I have to spend three days next week in a doctors office instead of watching my kids play with their friends at the water park. I want to savor every moment I have left of this chapter in my life. <br /><br />I am fighting off depression as I am trying to embrace the changes. <br /><br />I am working hard at using my tools that God has given me through Celebrate Recovery and counseling. I usually just shut people out so leaving doesn't hurt so bad. But I don't want to regret those lost moments. So I am feeling my feelings, as ugly as they are. Surprisingly there are many good feelings too. I am honestly very excited for our new adventure. It is amazing to see the ways God is providing for us, and pouring His love out on us. We are incredibly blessed by our Father. That will be another post, I promise. But change is always hard on me. <br />I am comforted by the fact that my Jesus felt loss. He understands us little humans. As a man, He felt all of what we feel. <br /><br />I am so grateful that I can come BOLDLY to His throne of grace. <br /><br />And Grace is what He is giving me everyday. Perfect grace to finish up this moving process, to get through all the paperwork and red tape that it takes to leave the country. Grace to help my children as they struggle with the change that is here. Thank you friends for praying for us. Thank you for all of your support and love. <br /><br /><br />Oh, I almost forgot... <br /><br />I wrote this blog tonight because Jeremy has almost finished our website. It is beautiful and amazing. Actually he is beautiful and amazing! Jeremy has been working really hard at organizing everything and it should be up and running very soon. All of the blogging from now on will be there. I really needed to write a final blog from dangthatsalotofkids before it is another thing that is gone. Did I mention I hate change?Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339284370974016577.post-9078655928207285572010-06-08T00:23:00.000-07:002010-06-08T00:54:14.901-07:00Grateful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1PQLjCs2cLGtcdNx8dIvzrBt8Bs80-sh5GKfGv9XD4Zji4RsRvajCR_eh8FCO0IWutgCmyLLtLntNb8DMLXW8RZ1THrlgaGLFareh3YmrIXHdTP8pHvYjm2-6K31rBXRDyDHHOK_muHO/s1600/freak-out.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1PQLjCs2cLGtcdNx8dIvzrBt8Bs80-sh5GKfGv9XD4Zji4RsRvajCR_eh8FCO0IWutgCmyLLtLntNb8DMLXW8RZ1THrlgaGLFareh3YmrIXHdTP8pHvYjm2-6K31rBXRDyDHHOK_muHO/s320/freak-out.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480306763655181346" /></a><br /><br /><br />Things have been <span style="font-weight:bold;">super stressful</span> over here at the Howard house. I would normally use this blog to get things off my chest or preach a sermon, but quite frankly I am tired of hearing myself complain. <br />So. <br />Here is a trick I learned when going through the twelve steps...It helps me to focus on the good instead of the bad. I am hoping you will all comment with your own version. It is amazing to me how encouraged I feel when people share with me the things God is doing.<br /><br />My Gratitude List:<br /><br />1.jeremy howard...the most amazing and wonderful husband. thank you God for jeremy!<br /><br />2.the shot clinic is opening up an extra day just to immunize my family.<br /><br />3.my friend let me wash clothes at her house and I got a weeks worth of laundry done and read like 6 magazines :)<br /><br />4.another friend from nor cal paid us a visit. gave us wonderful encouragement,books, and a financial blessing...THANK YOU!<br /><br />5.the plane tickets are paid for.<br /><br />6.we get to visit D.C. and stay with a childhood friend and meet her sweet family.<br /><br />7.my kids are done with school.<br /><br />8.i have the most amazing friends.<br /><br />9.our passports arrived in three weeks<br /><br />10.God sold our van! it is an amazing story, trust me...i will write about it later.<br /><br />11.my precious fried took our family pictures and did the graphics for our magnets that we will be mailing out next week.<br /><br />12.the 'h' family. praying and fasting for us.your support and encouragement is overwhelming!thank you thank you thank you.<br /><br />13.for my church<br /><br />14.dmv friends...wow.i hope you are reading this! i cant wait to tell you how many kids will be fed from your donation.<br /><br />15.GOD. i am so grateful for your tender loving kindness. Your ways that are so much higher than mine. Your perfect plan. redemption- mercy- healing- favor- all for me. a sinner.<br /><br />See. It totally works. I am already feeling better. <br />Maybe I will actually get some sleep tonight :)Jeremy and Beth Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496123789779908590noreply@blogger.com0